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eBook Category: Fantasy/Humor
eBook Description: A guy walks into the Lucky Nickel Saloon, Second Ave, Laramie, Wyoming, in need of a drink because he'd been kilt. He can't hold his liquor because he's got this .45 caliber-sized hole in him. He wants to haunt the place, but the regulars say no, as 'twould scare away paying customers. A Hindoo ceremony might answer.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Faeries Magazine #2, 2000
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2003

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Words: 3604
Reading time: 10-14 min.
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Not until the stranger hunching over the bar reached for his whisky and his hand passed through the glass did I figure out why he seemed so peculiar. He wasn't there.

"Now, ain't that amazing?" said I to nobody in particular.

At least, he looked mighty insubstantial. I could see the batwing doors of the Lucky Nickel Saloon through his scarecrow-thin torso, the hitching post beyond, and Laramie's muddy Second Avenue beyond that. He looked to be no more than a suggestion of a man, something somebody thought up and then decided "nevermind" halfway through.

"Do you not see what I don't see?" said Casper, whose one good eye watered. He took out his glass eyeball, buffed it on his sleeve and put it back in and blinked. It didn't help.

"Reckon I don't." Banky flicked his vest away from the handle of his ever-ready Colt, in case whatever strangeness was going on required gunplay. Mick the barkeep's lip twitched causing his formidable black mustache to tickle his nose and make him sneeze, but otherwise he remained his stony-faced self. Charlie lay passed out under a table by the piano and Jack Thatcher hadn't arrived yet.